Don’t let others Negotiate your Marriage

My husband and I have been married for two blissful years.

Within our years of matrimony, we are learning that outside sources can belittle your bliss. Those sources can also tense your bond, and cause your marriage braid to fray.

Do NOT let that happen! Put up blockades and set boundaries to stop traffic of tension within your romantic realm.

Outside sources that negotiate your marriage:

Immediate family that negotiates the peace treaty within your marriage and causes chaos.
Friends that cling to you or your spouse, negotiating unwanted attention.
Activities or groups that negotiate the quality time spent with your spouse.
Sinful acts that splutter red ink upon the sanctity of the marriage contract.

Foreign frivolities can dampen the treaty of your marriage that you have negotiated with your husband or wife. Outside sources can wet the paper and tear at your hearts causing arguments.

Do NOT let that happen!

Distance yourself from family (but pray for them) that slyly signs your marriage treaty with stress.
Set up orange cones, setting barriers against bludgeoning outsiders of discord.
Always make your husband or wife a priority over negotiations of busyness.
Flee temptation and do not sign the “sin treaty”.

Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate." Mark 10:9

As a married couple you have negotiated a peaceful treaty of marriage, do not let others or things, coarse that constitution.

Comments

I'm turning 30! Dad, I need you.

As I sit here by myself, with the electric fireplace glowing in the background, I think, “I can’t believe I’m going to be thirty next month.” March 16 th to be exact . I’m going to be a thirty year old woman like the woman acting in the Hallmark movie I’m watching. A new adventure awaits me as I stand atop the thirty year old mountain. As I overlook the adventurous summit, there is a pinnacle peak missing, my dad. I will be traveling emerald roads and picking fresh flowers without his guidance. What would he think of me now? Would he be proud of the woman I’m becoming? What godly words would he have spoken at this time in my life? My twenties stampeded by like a band of Mustangs over the plains of Montana. I remember turning twenty-one two seconds ago and taking a picture with my dad. Snap! Click! Memory day branded. That was the last year I would see my dad in pictures. ...

I Once Knew a Man

August 11th, 2008 will mark the 7th year anniversary of my dad's passing. The journey of grief has taken my family and I to many places, through the shadowy woods trying to tread towards the light and standing in the sunshine with God's warmth upon us. June 2013 was the year that my mom and I left our home in Michigan to be with my brother in Louisiana, who was pursuing a career in the oil field. We needed a fresh start, a new beginning, a start of a peaceful chapter. Michigan held many rooftop stamps (my dad owned his own roofing business) and camping "memory days". Sweet memories bloomed everywhere, amongst the country and in the suburbs. God decided that He wanted us to move to Houma, Louisiana, Cajun country, to build a new life. My dad was an original Southern man, born and raised in Central Louisiana, a little town called Beaver (nope, don't even look on a map, because you won't find it). Even though, I left my home in Michig...

Tap, Tap, Tap...Faith upon my Lap

This is a memory I’ve never blogged about. I love blogging because, I can write about feelings, love, faith, and somehow, lengthen my dad’s legacy. An imprint was left on my soul that spans the meadows of Cades Cove, which was my dad’s favorite vacation spot. On my heart, he tied a forever memory knot. . His faith also traversed the mountains of the misty Smokies. My dad’s surmountable trust in God bequeathed throughout “heartlands”. . One evening, gentle faithfulness nested in our townhome. My dad was in the end stages of his earthly life and was preparing his soul to go heavenly home. Even though, my dad wasn’t fully coherent due to morphine, he still comprehended God’s love. He still understood ounces of hope. I opened the creased pages of his coffee stained Bible. The word of God was torn and disheveled from years of usage. This was a Bible of a man after God’s own heart. . I opened to Hebrews… . Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about w...

Search This Blog